mail  (ml) n.

to send by mail; place in a post office or mailbox for transmission.

Letters, packages, etc., that are sent or delivered by means of the postal system.

mail  (ml) n. 

(according to Josie)

The event of falling in love with all things to do with sending mail such as the mailman and his handy truck, pretty stamps, collections of boxes, decorations galore and proper recipient/return addresses. It is the

spread of sunshine anywhere 

a mailing address is available. The glorious event also includes receiving mail in a silver mailbox marked with the number conveniently leading to the exact place where a person resides. 

Here I am sending mail in the summer prior to Europe. I love sending mail so much sometimes I look like I do on the right. Other times I am much more poised and quite a lady as I pick out my favourite stamps. I also enjoy looking at the greeting card display and writing down my favourite quotes.

Here I am as my transformed European self, even more cultured at sending overseas mail. Here I am pictured at my absolute favourite Post Office. It is the cutest and it is in Canada where I live and is rarely busy when I arrive approximately a half hour before the mail truck comes. Therefore, they do all sorts of fun things like hand-stamp my parcels.  These are the Christmas parcels, which I am very excited about. They are holding all kinds of gems and going to several countries across the globe.

One time in Idaho, I was asked why I do these extensive mailing sprees. Why, oh, why do I love it so much? My friend concluded that is was because I feel obligated. I have often thought of that and wondered if it were true. Now as a lovely European lady, 

I will tell all my mailing recipients that it is definitely not about feeling obligated.

It's about the pure joy I have as I mail away a surprise to a dear friend. To get a parcel from me is the absolute evidence that we are true friends and that I desperately miss and admire whomever I am sending to.

Happy Christmas!

...Have you ever thought of the good you can do with just a 

few cents, a post office and a little love in your heart?

Some of you may or may not know that I know both the King and Queen of Christmas and luckily on I am on relatively close terms with them. The King, Mr. Shaun Halley, happens to be my best friend and the Queen, Clarabelle is my dear little sister. Both are wonderful Christmas Ambassadors who count down to Christmas all year long. Every time I see them together they burst with a number "Only 119!" or "Only 38!" Take your pick, they will know every single day and they will be absolutely beaming as they share the great news. Sadly, I was not exactly the most put-together Christmas counter-sometimes they'd ask me and I'd blurt out a number, "366?" 

Fail. 

This is how'd they'd look at me. Disgust.

(Actually, this is Clarabelle pictured at my "Old Woman 20th birthday" and Shaun most likely begging me to tell him about my wonderful encounters with Donny Osmond's relatives).

Anyway, I have always dreamed that I'd someday become Christmas royalty. To my great surprise,

I have found my new love....

CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. 
Oh, baby! I can't get enough.

And not just lights, our yard is now officially covered in golden beads, ornaments and every extension cord found in my home. I LOVE shopping for lights in those lovely Christmas aisles. I love putting them up and then buying more lights. 


And then buying some more lights. 

The Queen and I put up lights for many a day while the King was on Christmas errands in New York City. Finally, we were done putting up lights in our pajamas on a very warm November morning possibly quite soon after Halloween.  

Pictured above: 
The King learning of my crowning. 

(Actually, Clarabelle and

 SJ taking their first peek 

of the Christmas book in
 the Summer. This is just 

what I picture my Christmas
 wish appearing as.)

Overall, after all these shenanigans, I'm hoping my Christmas wish will come true. Clarabelle announced that since I found my new love, I will be crowned Princess of Christmas. 

Oh my, Christmas Tree!

That would be swell.

Once upon a time, there were three young women who just happened to 
quite enjoy dressing up.

 Upon all Hallows Eve, two fairies and Belle skipped down the street. 

Upon their travels....

The first fell in love with pumpkins and all things orange.

The second fancied words. Even words like un chat noir and une citrouille.

And the third took a liking to all things sprinkled with pixie dust,  including her kitty, Lilo, in her Halloween-winged-costume. 

I've been wanting to post something about my experience of Remembrance Day this year. I had the opportunity to be at home on November, 11th. It was wonderful. I loved wearing my poppy. I loved racing to all the wonderful ceremonies with my mama and sister throughout the day until we arrived with hot chocolate in our basement...watching the wonderful coverage from Ottawa on that special day. I loved a certain thing I heard that day, "Silence is must louder than words...we wear our poppies proudly with the determination to continue our quest until everyone can enjoy freedom as we do."

Later this week we got to see Sierra Noble, an amazing singer from Winnipeg. She said something very special to us about pure love. It is the type of love when a complete strangers will smile at one another...the type of love that goes straight and directly into the heart. I think this is truly what Remembrance Day is all about. It's something beautiful and sacred to an entire nation, both young and old and it makes me want to wear my poppy all year long.

Oh, how I love birthday parties. Especially when I am the head detective and get to wear a fun costume with a pencil in my hair. And really red lipstick.

But to tell you the truth, I really don't like mysteries....or anything that may be a tad scary...I watched a horribly scary movie on Halloween night. Luckily, my dear mother let me join her for a day of errands the following day because I was oh so scared to be alone! It was lovely to be with her. 

   

So, mysteries-from now on they are out unless their not too scary. 
Birthday Parties-forever and always in.


 Can't wait for my 85th. Pearl white hair and birthday hats coming your way. :)